election 2006
I hope my faithful readers (both of you) don’t take the recent drop-off in blog entries as a sign of less activity in the Free State. Things are more hopping than ever. Earlier this week, a good 20 FSP early movers hustled themselves to a restaurant on a work night to surprise the bejeezus out of an FSP birthday girl. The new incarnation of the LPNH ExComm (which is now 33% FSP early mover) had its first meeting last weekend. Planning continues full force for the upcoming New Hampshire Liberty Forum. This weekend, there’ll be a 4-hour training session for the next round of bill reviewing for the New Hampshire Liberty Alliance’s annual report card. And… I know there was something else.. oh right… election day.
To be honest with you, I wasn’t nearly as involved in this year’s campaigning as a lot of other people. I made a few financial contributions, and organized a candidates’ forum at a Merrimack Valley Porcupines meeting, but that’s about the extent of it. Others were working their rears off producing campaign fliers, planting signs, going door to door, hosting fundraisers, honing their public speaking skills, giving interviews, participating in debates, networking, schmoozing, planning and scheming. It’s a major commitment of time and energy running for political office, or managing someone else’s campaign, and I take my hat off to all the New Hampshire freedom fighters who did so this year.
Despite my minimal contributions, there was no way I was going to sit out the actual election day. This was IT! This was the year in which the earliest of the FSP early movers met the 2-year residency requirement in order to run for statewide office. I know at least 5 early movers who were running for state representative (and fortunately, none of them lived close enough to each other to be competing with one another). Two of them were my former housemates. So I slunk out of work mid-afternoon on election day to hold a sign for one of them.
The polling place had a designated area outside the door that was packed with candidates and volunteers holding signs. I think the term used for this area was “the corral”. Fortunately for mildly claustrophobic me, I was directed to man the entrance to the parking lot. To give you a flavor of the diversity amongst FSP early movers, my neighboring volunteers included a retired engineer who moved from Washington state with her husband of 25 years, and a 21-year-old retail worker (female) who moved solo from Kansas just a couple of months ago. The governor stopped by and shook hands with each of us (now why do I think that, if I were holding a sign at a polling place in California, the Terminator would *not* stroll by and shake my hand?) It was a relatively balmy November late afternoon (for NH, I mean), but still, after 3 hours of standing on cold pavement, we were more than ready to go inside and get warm. The candidate, meanwhile, had been standing in the corral since 5:30 AM, dressed in a suit (I sure hope he had long underwear on underneath it).
When the polls finally closed, most of the sign-wielding volunteers dispersed.  A few of us attempted to enter the polling place and found the door locked. After beating on the door for a couple of minutes, a policeman appeared on the other side. He viewed us soberly through the glass, and I steeled myself for an awkward discussion of “we have the legal right to come inside and be present at the announcement of the voting results”. But, after unlocking the door, all the cop said was “What’s the password?”, then stepped aside so we could enter.
It was rather surreal, waiting for the voting results. There were only about 20 people in the room; a couple of candidates, their supporters, the polling place workers. In just a few minutes, some of these people would find out they would be New Hampshire State Representatives. Everyone fell silent when the woman with the results in her hand entered the room. She read through them at warp speed, but not fast enough to obscure the fact that my friend didn’t win. Still, he was the first runner-up (meaning he did better than two other candidates), and lost by only a couple of hundred votes. Not bad for a 30-something first-time candidate. I feel extremely confident that he’ll win another time.
We then adjourned to a not-particularly-cheery “victory” party, where national election news was being shown on a big-screen TV while Free Staters played cell phone tag filling each other in on how our compatriots were doing around the state. The news was not pretty. The Democrats appeared to be sweeping the nation, and most of the FSP candidates failed to win. As soon as my feet had thawed, I headed home to sulk.
But there was one bright spot in this election, and it is a very bright spot indeed. Joel Winters, winner of the NHLA’s Activist of the Year award, leader of New Hampshire CASPIAN, and recurring character in this here blog, won his election for State Representative in Hillsborough County District 17. And even better, Joel never felt the need to try to hide the fact that he is a Free State Project participant. Nothing I can say would top his victory speech, so I will leave you with that, and the knowledge that small government activists really can move to New Hampshire, affect legislation, and get elected to statewide office. The Free State Project is working; care to be one of the first 1000 to join us?
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